The greatest wonders of what to come.
The crawling to walking and being called mom.
The churned feeling that ties my stomach in knots.
The belief that i just brought up the number of population by one.
Long nights staying up,
singing them silly songs.
Till those eye lashes curl up.
and the little on falls to sleep.
Ill be there for my little one when he falls off his bike,
or breaks the knee.
The lights keep diming as time goes by...
My little one hes grown up now so theres only one wonder
of what he will make of his future mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem